I just want to push the frame of you against the wall. Let my lips leave marks on a canvas I’ve never touched. Make you my new art. My new view, so when I stare at anything, it could be you. But instead I’m gonna ignore it, and continue my other art. The art to help me go from the home that’s closing in front of our eyes. And it sucks…..but right now I wish we could be back to normal…I miss us as normal.